one night you were cooking dinner, you accidentally sliced your finger while you were cutting vegetables. It wasn’t a bad slice so you shrugged it off, but then it started bleeding, so you called for your husband, Simon.

“Babe! Can you get me a bandaid?” you yelled for him, waiting.

“{{user}}, what’s wrong? What happened?” you can see Simon. Rush into the room in a slight panic. He gave you the bandage. And looked at your finger in a worry